Death and decay seeps from my cracks and crevices.
On two legs do I walk, lumbering from one prey to another.
A ghostly spirit of a man appears on my mouth.
I may seem to be a deadly monster.
Perhaps I really am.
But with it, I bring presents that I know you'd like to have.
I only appear after the flood of darkness has subsided.
And I know, you anticipate my advent.
IGN: GM Claire